So. Long(221)

I bet she thinks she’s the only one who can play the shock and awe game?

I cup her jaw, rubbing her high cheekbone with my thumb. “First, I’m going to savor every inch of you. I want to feel you come apart as I lick that hot pussy, sliding my tongue over your clit and sinking my fingers into your folds. Then I’m going to watch as you taste every god damned inch of my fucking cock.”

She makes a little sound at the back of her throat that feeds my erection.

I pull her to me and whisper, “After that, I’ll taste you again. And when I fuck you, I’m going to wipe every guy you’ve ever been with from your memory and lay claim to any and all pie you’ll ever serve up from here forward.”

Her breath comes in little pants between puffy lips. Lips I’m dying to taste again.





Moisture seeps to my pussy when he slides the keycard into the lock, anticipation of what’s to come already revving up my hormones. God, I’m such a slut.

Fuck.

What am I thinking? This has to be the stupidest thing I’ve done since I first talked Buck into taking my virginity. It gutted me last time. No telling what shape I’ll be in when he’s done with me this go around.

Buck closes the hotel room door with a click that could rival gunfire the way my gut clenches and my hands shake. I tuck them under my arms as he flips the privacy bar into place.

“Sorry the drive took so long, but there aren’t really a lot of nice places between Slidell and home. It had to be New Orleans.” He whips his shirt over his head. His chest flexes, drawing my gaze and quickening my pulse.

I stroll through the suite. The deep green carpet, sitting area, and the king sized bed scream luxury. “This is the fanciest place I’ve ever stayed. I would’ve been fine at a Holiday Inn. You forget who you’re dealing with here, Buck.”

He slides his big fingers over my hips, slipping them beneath my top. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with.”

“Do you? Because I sure as hell don’t recognize you.”

He tugs me closer. “You think I’m that different?”

“I think you must be. The Buck I grew up with wouldn’t have suggested an arrangement like this—not in a million fucking years.”

“Well, maybe I’ve changed some. I know what I want now. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get it.”

“So you just want to fuck me? And you’re willing to pay all that money to do it? You could have pretty much any girl for free—why me?”

His fingers inch around to my back. “Because, I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t seem real inclined to let me do this the traditional way, so I’ll color outside of the lines. Why are you agreeing to it if it’s so distasteful?”

“I guess we’ve both changed. I know what I need, and I’ll do what I have to in order to make it happen.” Besides, the idea of having sex with Buck isn’t offensive at all. It’s what I’ve hungered for over the last five fucking years. I just can’t let him in on that.

“You say you’ve changed, Lou, but not as much as you’d like to think. You’re still you. Underneath that tough girl thing you’ve got going on, I still see my Lou, the one who loves deeply and protects those she cares about. And I still get hard just thinking about you.”

And that sets my pulse beating at my clit, longing for him to relieve the pressure starting to build—and he hasn’t even kissed me.

His palm slides up my back, stopping for a tenth of a second to undo my bra.

He leans in, his breath warm on my neck. “You better hold on, Lou, this is gonna be a wild ride.”

He kisses my shoulder, following with a light nip.

Fuck. I want this too much to get paid for it. High dollar hooker was something I never intended to add to my resume. This is even worse than stripping. This is exactly what my mother was. Maybe everyone was right all along. I was just a whore waiting to happen.

Shit.

The gravity of the situation crashes in on me. Damn. But I need this money if I’m going to get the fuck outta this town again and still help Aunt Delores. Good Lord. She can never find out about this. This is why she let me move in; to help me avoid the life my mother would have dragged me into.

I push out of his arms.

He frowns. “Change your mind? I’m not taking you back to that fucking club.”

“Chill the fuck out. I just thought we should set some rules of engagement.”

His dimples make an appearance. “Well, I hadn’t gotten that far, but I’m glad we’re on the same track.”

“Okay. Good. I have at least one non-negotiable thing I need from you.”